MTL - I Am Immortal-Chapter 169 Thousands of years of hatred, should be broken with this sword!

  Chapter 169 Thousands of years of hatred, should be broken with this sword!

The sound of the dragon's chant shook the sky and the earth. At this moment, Ao Liu was almost in a desperate state, and the same was true for Mr. Lingmiao. In the home game, the ground had already been blessed to a certain extent, not to mention the anger in their hearts was almost I can't control it anymore-

  Battle victory or defeat, life and death fight!

   It's not a fight on the bright side, cultivation is just the foundation.

  Some people, even if they have a little effort, they may not be able to exert a little effort; while some people, even if they are desperate, they still have to exert a lot of strength.

  Xiuwei provides the vitality of heaven and earth that is mobilized when the innate qi is in operation.

   is the physical control of the self.

   But the mastery of cloud seal script, the restraint between the methods, whether the martial arts are proficient, whether the magic weapon is powerful, and whether the supernatural power is mysterious.

The right time, place, people, and even temperament, whether you are fearless or timid, will directly affect the success or failure of the fight. At this moment, Ao Liu almost completely burned the blood of the real dragon in his body. Almost as huge as a mountain, it directly grabbed the man.

   It was silent.

   The speed of this move is much, much faster than the sound.

   Exploded layer after layer of cloud gas to repel it towards the outside, and then layer upon layer of blessing together.

  Just the aftermath is enough to destroy the physical body of a practitioner at the innate level of Qi.

Because the extremely high speed naturally arouses the vitality of heaven and earth, such a move is equivalent to a great supernatural power. The man's complexion changed suddenly, and his arms crossed to support this violent move. , Lei Ting ran forward, forcibly using himself as a lead, and with a move [Sacrifice Thunder], blasted and killed the man.

The original armor seemed to be tempered by picking auspicious clouds, but it was crushed by him at this moment. The man's originally upright face became distorted, and he wanted to struggle, but the dragon belongs to the bloodline, and his heels are far beyond Practitioners of any other clan, let alone Ao Liu who is still enraged at the moment, is so powerful that he can't break free in an instant.

   "Damn!!"

  Mr. Lingmiao shouted angrily, the saber had already arrived, brushed Ao Liu's dragon armor, and slashed directly on the man's shoulder.

  The armor all over the body resisted the fierce slash.

   Burst out a red cloud.

  But even if he was fighting against the two lands who had exploded with strength close to the level of a true king at the moment, he still felt powerless, and he swayed and half-kneeled on the ground.

The man wanted to struggle, but he was dragged by Ao Liu's circling, and his soul was held by the dragon's claws. He couldn't control the real body of Faxiang. No matter how big it is, it is because it is the best state to balance speed and moves. At this moment, when the right hand is released, the end of the long-handled saber in the palm hits the ground heavily.

   There was a loud bang, the energy dissipated like a cloud, and the heavy weapon seemed to loosen a little, allowing the man's body to relax.

  The blade slashed on his shoulder, and the long handle was touching the ground, forming a triangle with the half-kneeling body.

  Mr. Lingmiao's face seemed to become furious.

   Stroking beard, lift right foot.

Under the suddenly frozen gaze of the man, he stepped on the handle of the knife in the middle of the triangular structure fiercely, and the loud sound exploded. It's the ground, the Lord of the Zhongzhou Mountain God, and his fury at this moment is equivalent to the weight of all the mountains in the entire Zhongzhou rising.

   Then, smash them down together!

  Moving mountains and filling seas is not a vain and simple move.

   That is a terrifying secret skill enough to suppress immortals and confer gods!

  With one kick, the weight of the entire Zhongzhou mountains and rivers turned into a concept, pouring fiercely into the blade.

  The saber almost burst into a roar like the neighing of a dragon and a tiger.

  The man roared: "Mr. Lingmiao, how dare you!!"

  The sound turned into a scream in an instant. The simplest move, the greater the power, the greater the power of the move.

  The weight of thousands of mountains in Zhongzhou fell directly on the handle of this knife.

  In an instant, the destructive power of this knife directly climbed to the extreme of power.

   There is no resistance at all.

  The fairy armor, including the entire right arm, was directly chopped off by this blade!

His face was pale and distorted in an instant, his left hand was propped on the ground, he was deliberately captured and put on the ground just now, the purpose was to touch the ground with his palm and attract two people to come over, but he never thought that Mr. The different ruthlessness and determination of the faces directly brought the concept of all the mountains in Zhongzhou.

  Pressing the palm of his hand on the ground, amidst the howling sound, the devilish energy left behind by many demons in the entire Zhongzhou exploded.

   Looked hideous.

   Ao Liu never retreated or evaded, while Lingmiaogong shrank his pupils, held the knife fiercely, and then retreated to protect himself.

  He is not a dragon.

  The kind of monster whose juvenile body can bathe in the lava of the submarine volcano.

  But after the man's long cry, nothing happened. Even Ao Liu was stunned by the tactic of holding on to it. The man murmured: "No more? How is it possible, how is it possible... how is it possible!"

   "The effect of the altar is to draw a sword, at most it can only slay demons, but where is the residual demon miasma?"

   "Where did their flesh and blood go?!"

   "Where did it go!!"

   "What kind of heresy is this!!"

But no matter how frightened and angry he was, he planned to detonate the flesh and miasma directly at this moment, and his plan to force Ling Miaogong and Ao Liu back with this movement has also come to nothing. He could only forcefully break free from Ao Liu, and let him tear out a large piece of the real body of Faxiang , wanting to flee in embarrassment.

  ………

  The Lianyang Sword is rare and honest.

   Very honest.

   Didn't participate in that fight at the level of a true king.

But this kind of honesty is not because of its temperament change, but because of other reasons, Qi Wuhuo used it to make that sword, and with the support of the majestic magic power of Fatianxiangdi, this sword directly turned into a half The blood river, even the flesh and blood of many monsters seemed to be swallowed by that sword, sinking into the blood river.

   Not even the slightest trace of evil miasma left, as if he was going crazy from hunger.

   swallowed them all.

   Then the supernatural powers of Fatianxiangdi were shattered.

  The Lianyang sword that was eating happily was also beaten back to its original form.

At this moment, the sword body was soaked with traces of blood. Leaning on the side of the young Taoist, Qi Wuhuo stretched out his hand to touch the sword. Seeing that the blood on the sword was clear, but there was only a trace of it, as if he had swallowed the thousands of blood in one gulp. The flesh and blood of Wan Yaomo's corpses only restored the sword a little bit.

  The young Taoist couldn't imagine what it would be like to restore the sword to its full potential.

  It seems that only the gesture of shattering the demons with the sword can release the power of the sword.

   But Lianyang Sword doesn't seem to feel very comfortable now.

   whistling slightly.

It’s just like being hungry for thousands of years. When I followed Lu Chunyang, I could only eat some tofu mixed with shallots. Then I was starved for hundreds of years. I didn’t even have to eat millet porridge. When I got it, I was suddenly given a hard meal.

   The sword is obvious.

   I'm full.

   The halo of blood cannot dissipate.

  After eating enough, the whole sword lost its original arrogance and madness.

Revealing a posture like lying on a deck chair basking in the sun after eating too much, lazy, too lazy to participate in the battle above the sky, when facing Qi Wuhuo, he also dissipated a little bit of hostility, the boy The Taoist suddenly felt a slight tremor in the mirror, which came from the Beidi's mirror lighting up.

   Only this time it was not a connection from the Arctic Exorcism House.

After swallowing the evil energy, the Lianyang Sword did not refine it. It seemed that it was only interested in killing and blood, so things that could not be digested, such as monster miasma, were naturally repelled by it, but were swallowed by the mirror. At this moment, the mirror glowed slightly, and the things related to Beidi seemed to be more or less related to exorcising evil spirits.

  Before this ancient mirror was just an ordinary thing, and the mirror was covered with copper rust.

   And after Qi Wuhuo came into contact with the North Pole Exorcism Academy, the mirror had a few different auras.

  It is different at this moment, it seems that the movement of swallowing and beheading these evil things revived the mirror.

  The young Taoist saw layers of soft streamers emitting from the mirror, and the copper rust finally completely disappeared.

  Qi Wuhuo only felt a pain in his wrist, and his own blood fell on the mirror.

   Or it could be said that this side of Gu Jing, who had been silent for a long time in the Altairus, chose the person in front of him on his own initiative.

  Ancient mirrors change and flow, and are no longer what they were before.

The horizontal length of the mirror is eight inches, and the back of the ancient mirror is manifested as a crouching kylin. Surrounding the unicorn, there are four squares, turtles, dragons, phoenixes, and tigers. The true nature of Chen is revealed in it. In addition to Yuan Chen, there are twenty-four characters around the outline. The style is like Li, and the stippling is perfect.

  At this moment, on the mirror, there is only a slight light, and all the abnormalities on the back are dim.

   Never resuscitated.

   Except for the changing appearance, there is nothing special.

  The young Taoist just wore the mirror on his waist as before.

  The North Pole Exorcism Institute has not yet been contacted.

   This is a catastrophe that covers the entire world, not just the human race where he belongs to the Kyushu, except him, all the generals of the Arctic Exorcism Academy are fighting on the front line.

  At this moment, the fighting above the sky has reached its limit.

Because he never expected the existence of such a mysterious thing as the Lianyang Sword, the man seemed to have fallen into a state of extreme embarrassment, and had already collapsed from the posture of the real body of Faxiang. , but there was another sound of dragon chant, and it was another blue dragon circling over. The man's eyes flashed, and he darted straight to the young dragon king who came to help after solving the disaster in the water area, and said:

   "My friend, it's me, it's me!"

   "Your best friends are more and more connected!"

   "Your father and Mr. Lingmiao were bewitched by someone, and they suddenly attacked me!"

   "Quickly persuade them, if there are any problems or misunderstandings, we can explain them in detail!"

Yue Lianqing quickly approached the young Canglong, with the appearance of a severed arm, but in fact he made a bold move, wanting to capture the latter, but the Canglong didn't retreat or evade, Yue Lianqing sneered in his heart, it was still so easy to believe Others, no wonder you have such a disaster...

  But I found that the palm fell, it didn't feel right!

  The blessing of the power of the water veins representing the position of the Dragon King of Jinghe resisted this move abruptly!

  He...is already the Dragon King of Jinghe?

  He went by himself? !

   Just like him...

Yue Lianqing's thoughts faltered for a moment. He raised his head and saw that the blue dragon had turned into a young man, his face was pale, but his eyes seemed to be on fire. His abdomen said: "Thief, die!!"

  Ao Wulie was injured all over his body, his armor was damaged, and even his spear was broken, so he hurried over.

  Obviously, during the difficult fight just now.

  As the Dragon King of Jinghe, he rushed to the front.

  When a person no longer shirks his responsibilities, he ushers in his true adulthood.

Yue Lianqing murmured, the attack of Lord Lingmiao and Ao Liu had come, the fairy armor on his body blocked the last move for him, and fled in the direction of the three directions, but he was hit hard after all, Ao Liu, Mr. Lingmiao and Ao Wulie each occupied a place, so he was hit by mistake and hit the young Taoist's place.

   Wretched, wretched.

   Yue Lian cleared his broken arm with a grim look on his face. He never thought that there would be such a huge mistake in his calculations!

  Why!

  Why such a sudden change? !

  Why did those people fight desperately? !

  Why doesn't the monk retreat! Why don't Taoists surrender! Why do soldiers fight to the death!

  Ao Wulie, why did you suddenly change your temperament, you trash? !

why why?

  The most important thing is, where did that young Taoist priest come from?

   Who made this man!

  He coughed and stood up, the armor scattered, turning into a large cloud of red gas, revealing his real body, quite embarrassed.

  The pupils of the young Taoist constricted violently.

   Yue Lian Qing.

   Wearing black clothes and red dragon clothes.

  (end of this chapter)